Description: growing up kim had a best friend y/n but when she got famous and y/n decided to go back to her hometown to help her grandparents with their business. But now y/n's back and Kim keeps showing off her life and y/n finds it hard because she never really moved on from the kardashian.
Y/n's pov-
I pulled up to my new mansion, well my moms old house, the one she bought to live closer to her friends family the kardashians after I went to help my dads parents in Brazil.
But then my mom died and I've moved back to take over her business what my dad left her when he died.
I got out the car and saw the movers taking my things in whilst I just looked around the place I had only visited twice in the eleven years she lived here.
I walked over to the front door, stopping in front of the mirror they had placed there for now.
I recently cut my long hair to under my shoulders and I was wearing my work clothes as I had a casual meeting this morning.
This house is going to be a lot to get used to, I never lived here.
She would mostly visit me or we would go on holiday.
"Y/n? Little y/n who used to follow kim around?" Kris asked with a laugh as she walked into my driveway. "Wow you have grown!"
I groaned and turned around with a small smile, I wanted to leave those years behind me and now I'm back and it's all right here.
"Kris, how are you?" I asked knowing full well that I was going to make up an excuse to leave soon.
"Ive been great, amazing actually until I heard about your mom." She smiled sadly and I just felt like crying. "We grew apart a couple years ago when I tried to pressure her into doing something and she didn't like it. I regret that every day."
I knew what she was talking about, she tried to get my mom to convince me to come home and confess my feelings to Kim so she would leave Kanye before she had a second kid with him.
"Oh she never told me." I lied before giving her a fake smile and excusing myself.
As I walked into the house I grabbed a bottle of wine from my car and walked into the house but turned around to see kris, Kim and two kids I don't recognize.
I waved with my hand that wasn't holding the wine before shouting to the people unpacking.
"Just put it all in the living room and lock up when you leave."
——————— I laid in my bed, thinking how everything would of been different if I never ran away from my feelings to Brazil, I wouldn't of been away when my mom died and maybe just maybe Kim and I would be together and she wouldn't be with that dick Kanye who gets caught cheating almost every week.
I've been doing this for the past week, I'm not due to start work for another two weeks so it's fine.
I got out of bed to go get a new bottle but I had ran out.
I guess that's a sign that I need to get a shower and fix myself and go food shopping, I haven't ate properly in days.
It's a sign that I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and move on. ———— I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror, making sure I looked presentable after staying in pjs for ages.
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